Hear the cries in nature’s song death! in need of revision who will fix this wrong, we stumble along nature’s path the clinging mist of fresh grass, feeling the warmth of the sun will this last. See the beckoning of the blue sky’s hanging over this marshy wet land, jettisoning out of this lush green valley eyes need to see to understand.

Spreading out above this gardenia slope the rays of the rainbow restores the hope the sights sounds! nature’s hook I stood and shook before this babbling brook, with a clutch eggs from a building of rooks. The water lilies as they soaked told the wild flowers they to should float, drifting through a bed of daffodils watching the daisy and dahlia’s giving the hummingbirds a thrill.

The chaos has started from far above the storks are chastising the starlings, the sparrows bickering the swallows will follow, there’s raven unrest! the crows are not impress. This is nature’s foundation while the ducks are fighting in frustration, the smells are dancing in my head as the bees sting I feel no dread. The ants are hostile the flies are unsympathetic, the beetles bite! I still don’t regret it.

Looking to the north there’s a bevy of swans, the deer are now pasting followed by the fawns, echoes of a voice and chirps of nightingales, the mighty eagle swore casting it’s spell. Paradise lost? thy looming specter hear the tap-tap of the woody woodpecker. Yet more indignity in the sky’s to the east those infuriated gaggle of geese besiege! by squadrons of herons this battle will go on.

The calm now transcending despair, the sweet lilac now transfusion of air, with cherry blossoms every where, nature’s glory with out a care there is nothing else that can compare. Nature’s violence is a natural state that must be the cheetah in the chase, the gazelle lost the race. Gods deeds in a state of grace with in mans deeds we must not erase.